((Okies this is my new T.P. Story. I own nothing. I get nothing.
A little scene setting. This is set after RoTGs but before any of the other books. Enjoy))
Numair looked out of the window again for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He scanned the road leading to the palace, all he could see was the normal people coming and going, the blue summer sky and the white cotton clouds. He was looking for his Friend, a fellow mage who had come from Carthak and he was late. "He will come when he comes" Came an amused female voice from another room. Numair left his vigil of the window and went to the owner of the voice. His wife, the Wild mage, Daine. Knowing she was right he blushed slightly. "I know, but I don't want to keep Jon and the council waiting for ever. He is being very good allowing him to come even better for letting him stay."
"Well it would be hard to have an ambassador for his people with out him, wouldn't it" She retorted with a smile.
Numair was about to reply but the sudden silence from outside caused them both to hurry to the window. A group of people were coming up the steep slope to the palace. All the pages, squires and merchants on the road had moved out of the to way the people pass.
"Its him" Numair announced joyfully and he sped from the room to meet the group at the stables. Daine followed more slowly talking to birds who were flocking above the people, Numair had gone to greet. They were telling her about the people. As she reached the stables she got her own better look at Numairs friends. They were in a small group, five of them in all three men and two women, all on horses. She had never seen there kind before, people or horse. The horses were tall rangy animals that looked as if they could run for miles. Something else she noted none of them had any tack on bar a bit less rein, that seemed more for the riders then anything else. "We are mustangs" One of the strangers horses told her after she had politely enquired about them.
The two leggers though, she had to stop herself from staring at them. All of the strangers were dressed in bright colours, looking at the colours she could see patterns swirling together, sewn in the same colour as the fabric but in dark shades. People had fallen silent when they passed staring openly, as they did with strangers. But if the group had noticed they paid no attention. The two women, were dressed in long tunics that reached their knees. The tunics were bright colours, oranges and yellows with red and pink weaved in at the hems and cuffs. Two of the men had similar long tunics on, but in blues and purples. All of them had wide embroided symmetrical and normal patterns on them that would have made, the queens seamstress Lalsa itch to see how they were done. All of them wore trousers with the same embroided bands on the bottom hems. All of the party had dismounted for the walk up the steep slope, something else she noted. The man Numair was now hugging had long blond almost white hair, that fell to the small of his back in hundreds of braids, each braid had several multi-coloured glass beads on the end that clacked when he moved his head. He was dressed the same as the other men, only he had a long over robe in the same swirling patterns of purples and blues, he wore it open to show the same style of embroided shirt and trousers. The robe was similar to ones that Numair sometimes wore only more colourful. Numair stepped back and gestured to Daine. She shook off her shock and went to meet the man. "Daine this is my friend Sage, Sage this is Daine, my wife," Numair added proudly
The man, Sage, bowed to Daine and then looked at her, his eyes were black, "Lady, I have heard many great things of you, but you must be something to make Numair behave" he told her. His voice had a wonderful lilt to it, she couldn't place it, but it made him pronounce words differently he missed T's that were in words and made him lengthen other letters like R. Despite that she had to suppress a giggle as Numair blushed deeply. "SAGE!" Numair said in a warning tone. That made Sage grin in response.
After the other in the group had been introduced. Daine had also noted as his friends not servants, these people did seem strange and Numair had said nothing of them really before, she was going to have to ask some questions when the two of them were alone.
After the horses had been stabled, they moved into the palace. Numair waved away a servant who offered to take Sage and his friends to their rooms. Numair told the servant that he knew the way himself. Daine caught a glimpse of Sage, he was looking round watching the servant walk away with an odd look. He said something to one of his group in a language she didn't understand, the person nodded and replied in the same tongue. seeing her look Sage translated what he had said. "I was commenting on how your people always want to help. That's good. some countries have no manners. Its nice to be in one that does"
As they reached the rooms Numair opened the door and then stood back to let Sage in first. When they were all in the guest rooms and Numair had told them were everything was, he turned to go, "We will give you sometime to settle and then the King and queen will want to meet you" He told Sage. Sage, who had been looking out of the now open window turned and bowed "Thank you, Numair, we will be ready when you come" he said with his lilt twisting the words. When they were outside with the door shut. Daine turned to Numair, she had been fairly quiet until now. "Make you behave"? was all she said with a raised eyebrow. She enjoyed Numairs sputtering explanation all the way to the council chambers.
((So there you go the first chapter. Please what do you think. more to follow soon.))